Alone With My Tears
There are times I complain.
The times I am complaining are ever decreasing.
So that it appears a miracle has happened.
There are times I am alone.
The times I am alone are ever increasing.
So that I can come out of my room feeling subdued by tears.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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